Chapter 277 The Tables Turn In An Instant

Beatrix strutted out of the kitchen, a sly grin plastered across her face as she called, "The noodles are ready, Cordelia. Come and eat."

She couldn't poison the meal, of course, but dumping in an obscene amount of salt? That was child's play. Her lips curled smugly—let Cordelia have the audacity to ask her to cook, but the real question was whether she had the guts to eat it.

In her mind, Beatrix